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Killing The Queen

I'm flying,
sword held in the air.
Skeletons aware,
empty socket stares,
pursuing me,
And I've got to kill the queen.
Decapitate,
cut into her,
she's red like velvet cake.
Then kiss her lips,
sweet,
dead meat,
destroy their lair
destroy this despair
brain starts to skip,
I'm becoming aware.

A.E.

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